Your Character's Name: Bordeaux Thoruss
We reached the scene of the ruckus. A bunch of hooded men stood around an old house. Though, it couldn’t have been too old, they were extremely interested in it. I was mistaken though, as it was soon disclosed that they wanted the woman standing on top of he house. I kept back. The last thing I wanted was to get into a fight with these people; not only the hooded figures, but the crazed woman with explosives. While the rest of the team was trying to decide what to do with the situation (I say ‘the rest’ because it was obvious that I just wanted to avoid it altogether), things got worse. One of the men called something out to the woman as he attempted to enter the threshold. Unfortunately for him, the woman wouldn’t have that. She whipped the pipe bomb directly into his face, exploding him and the area around him into a mini inferno. I ducked immediately out of fear and covered my face with my hands. I don’t like fire. As I sat in fetal position, I felt the rugged memory of my past life that was melted into my face. The rest of the team just stood there and watched the disaster unfold. Two of them went up and talked to the group. “Fine by me. I’m staying here.” I speak to the earth, as if it would listen to me either.
I could feel that someone stayed behind with me, I didn’t care who. It was nice enough to know someone else had some common sense. Claire and Winston went ahead, asking questions and not finding answers. A few minutes passed and I wobbled to my feet. My legs were numb and my feet had fallen asleep. I ignored it and slowly approached the conversation. I could pick up very little of what was being said, but I did find out who the men were at least. Bandits of the Hood, hm? I thought to myself. Winston was attempting to get some information out of them. Good luck.
“We want to know more about the bombing just a few weeks ago.”
The bandit leader sharpened his gaze. “What about it?” I watched his face carefully.
“Well,” Winston began to sweat. “We want to believe that it wasn’t you guys. Perhaps, and most likely, it was the Horsemen. We just want to prove it.”
No changes in his voice occurred. “All I will say is that this woman may or may not have been involved with the bombing.”
A few men came out of the house with worried looks on their shadowed faces. “Sir, the house is loaded. There’s enough explosive material in there to blow up a mile radius!” Claire’s face lit up. I see. She’s just out for material possessions.
The leader spoke up again, taking head of what the redshirt said. “We are taking her with us,” Just as he said that, a man came out with the woman over his shoulder. “we’ll teach her how to use her talents. She’ll be a great asset to us.” Kidnapping?!
It’s about time I said something. ”And how is this not kidnapping?” Spite rolled off my tongue like ice.
“It is. We are insuring her life, here. If she stays here, chances are she’ll just end up dying. Better to put her to use.” His face remained calm and smug. I wanted to change that.
Feeling myself lose my composure, I speed up the process. “Were you responsible for the bombing or not?” I smiled at him. “If you know you’re innocent, and we think you’re innocent, why not just deny it?” I could feel my companions’ disbelief stabbing them in the back.
“We are not saying we did, and we’re not saying we didn’t.” He didn’t look me in the eyes. How rude.
Just then, Rio walked up and offered to trade. This could become an addiction for this guy. I stepped away, content with the shock that I instilled into my party. I’m sure they’re upset with me, but does it matter? They weren’t going to get anything from the leader by beating around the bush. I simply got an answer; albeit a murky one.
Once I saw that the conversation was wrapping up, I paid attention again. Claire went to enter the building, only to be stopped by the bandits. “You can’t go in there.” He said it with no quiver or insecurity. “We’re turning this place over to the MPD.”
Nonchalantly walking forward, I spout “Why didn’t you wait till they left?” with a childlike luster. It was obvious wasn’t it? If you wanted something someone had, wouldn’t you wait till they were out of the picture? Some scavenger she was. All eyes were on me now, and if looks could kill…
“At least you’re honest.” The bandit leader scoffed and gave me a strange look. I smiled and winked at him. No reason, really. I was bored. As much as the others think I’m useless and big-mouthed, I’m more forward; and in this world, that’s what you need to be.
We reached the scene of the ruckus. A bunch of hooded men stood around an old house. Though, it couldn’t have been too old, they were extremely interested in it. I was mistaken though, as it was soon disclosed that they wanted the woman standing on top of he house. I kept back. The last thing I wanted was to get into a fight with these people; not only the hooded figures, but the crazed woman with explosives. While the rest of the team was trying to decide what to do with the situation (I say ‘the rest’ because it was obvious that I just wanted to avoid it altogether), things got worse. One of the men called something out to the woman as he attempted to enter the threshold. Unfortunately for him, the woman wouldn’t have that. She whipped the pipe bomb directly into his face, exploding him and the area around him into a mini inferno. I ducked immediately out of fear and covered my face with my hands. I don’t like fire. As I sat in fetal position, I felt the rugged memory of my past life that was melted into my face. The rest of the team just stood there and watched the disaster unfold. Two of them went up and talked to the group. “Fine by me. I’m staying here.” I speak to the earth, as if it would listen to me either.
I could feel that someone stayed behind with me, I didn’t care who. It was nice enough to know someone else had some common sense. Claire and Winston went ahead, asking questions and not finding answers. A few minutes passed and I wobbled to my feet. My legs were numb and my feet had fallen asleep. I ignored it and slowly approached the conversation. I could pick up very little of what was being said, but I did find out who the men were at least. Bandits of the Hood, hm? I thought to myself. Winston was attempting to get some information out of them. Good luck.
“We want to know more about the bombing just a few weeks ago.”
The bandit leader sharpened his gaze. “What about it?” I watched his face carefully.
“Well,” Winston began to sweat. “We want to believe that it wasn’t you guys. Perhaps, and most likely, it was the Horsemen. We just want to prove it.”
No changes in his voice occurred. “All I will say is that this woman may or may not have been involved with the bombing.”
A few men came out of the house with worried looks on their shadowed faces. “Sir, the house is loaded. There’s enough explosive material in there to blow up a mile radius!” Claire’s face lit up. I see. She’s just out for material possessions.
The leader spoke up again, taking head of what the redshirt said. “We are taking her with us,” Just as he said that, a man came out with the woman over his shoulder. “we’ll teach her how to use her talents. She’ll be a great asset to us.” Kidnapping?!
It’s about time I said something. ”And how is this not kidnapping?” Spite rolled off my tongue like ice.
“It is. We are insuring her life, here. If she stays here, chances are she’ll just end up dying. Better to put her to use.” His face remained calm and smug. I wanted to change that.
Feeling myself lose my composure, I speed up the process. “Were you responsible for the bombing or not?” I smiled at him. “If you know you’re innocent, and we think you’re innocent, why not just deny it?” I could feel my companions’ disbelief stabbing them in the back.
“We are not saying we did, and we’re not saying we didn’t.” He didn’t look me in the eyes. How rude.
Just then, Rio walked up and offered to trade. This could become an addiction for this guy. I stepped away, content with the shock that I instilled into my party. I’m sure they’re upset with me, but does it matter? They weren’t going to get anything from the leader by beating around the bush. I simply got an answer; albeit a murky one.
Once I saw that the conversation was wrapping up, I paid attention again. Claire went to enter the building, only to be stopped by the bandits. “You can’t go in there.” He said it with no quiver or insecurity. “We’re turning this place over to the MPD.”
Nonchalantly walking forward, I spout “Why didn’t you wait till they left?” with a childlike luster. It was obvious wasn’t it? If you wanted something someone had, wouldn’t you wait till they were out of the picture? Some scavenger she was. All eyes were on me now, and if looks could kill…
“At least you’re honest.” The bandit leader scoffed and gave me a strange look. I smiled and winked at him. No reason, really. I was bored. As much as the others think I’m useless and big-mouthed, I’m more forward; and in this world, that’s what you need to be.